Zhao Meng first thought about whether this would be a game set up by the other party for himself.

After all, I have encountered many similar situations when I was robbing tombs before.

According to the information revealed in the tomb, if it was really a feng shui treasure cave, it was originally prepared by the emperor for himself, but in the end, his body was dragged out of it by the most trusted person and lay down on his own.

Zhao Meng sat on the throne, leaned back in his chair, and asked in a deep voice, "The Immortal said that all this is the will of heaven, so what is the will of heaven?" ”

There was no hiding his killing intent in his tone, and if the other party didn't answer well, he clicked directly.

The cultivator smiled indifferently, looked like he knew it in his heart, shook the dust in his hand, and said: "There are more than 10 million brave people in the world, and there are no less than 100 thousand people with the ambition of the king, but there is only the king who has the luck of the king, isn't this the will of heaven?" Wang Nai kills the gods in the world, and the purpose in this world is to patrol and shepherd mortals on behalf of the heavens, but in the eyes of this immortal, the luck on the king's body is dissipating, which is a sign that the heavens want to recall you. ”

"Bold, to speak wildly, is simply rebellious. Do you believe that this king is going to kill you as an immortal now?! ”

The cultivator smiled faintly, shook the dust in his hand, and a puff of green smoke rose and disappeared.

And in front of Zhao Meng, an extremely realistic illusion appeared: it was actually his life, from birth, childhood, growth, and later killing, to conquer the world...... These, and his experience, are not bad at all.

However, what shocked and angered him was that it turned out that under a respectful appearance of him, none of his three thousand harem concubines and his dozens of children really loved him and wanted him.

Even his favorite concubine; They kept saying that he was her queen of heaven, and the reason why they flattered him everywhere was only because of the glory and wealth he gave them.

And his sons were looking forward to his death every day, so that they could pass on the throne to them.

They also collude with each other or kill each other in private...... Especially the son who is the weakest, most obedient and most filial on the surface, and he also loves the most, is secretly hoarding weapons and training dead soldiers......

After Zhao Meng passed through this illusion, the first thing he did was to use his shadow guards to check one by one according to what appeared on it......

Final Result...... It made him feel extremely cold.

Really, that's all true!

Zhao Meng finally believed the words of the immortals, so he built a nine-story platform, prayed to the heavens, and asked the immortals to come.

Under the scorching sun, a ray of light fell, and the immortal wore a long-sleeved robe, and his clothes fluttered.

Seeing this, Zhao Meng threw himself into the ground.

Next, the cultivator told Zhao Meng that there was only one way to separate the vitality and death qi of the ruins.

That is to induce life with life, and suppress death with death.

In short, it is to fill in with people.

But this filling also has to pay attention to the rules.

In front of Zhao Meng, the cultivator threw a small handful of sand on the sand table in front of him.

Then, layers of air ripples rose on his hands, and he rubbed them a few times on the sand table.

The sand table, which was originally loose sand, solidified into a ball in an instant, like soft mud.

I saw that the cultivator reached out and pinched this "mud" into the shape of a jar with a big belly and a thin neck.

"Sickness—"

The cultivator gestured his finger to the sword and blew on the jar, and the jar flew to the ground.

And then gradually it gets bigger and bigger...... Finally, it fills the entire space.

The slender neck of the jar connects the passage of this man-made dungeon, and finally fits completely with the dungeon.

In the end, the cultivator took out the last two pieces of sand and directly turned it into a sarcophagus.

He shook the dust in his hand, and the ripple marks of the dust in the air were like blades, and with each flick, a deep mark was left on the hard stone floor.

Soon, a strange formation was carved on the ground in the center.

The cultivator placed the sarcophagus just now on this formation.

Zhao Meng saw a series of operations of the immortals with his own eyes, and he was almost thrown to the ground.

Still, he had a doubt...... For no reason, why should the other party help themselves?

Could it be that you just want to take advantage of yourself?

The cultivator smiled and said, "It's not a secret, I've lived for thousands of years, and I'm already an immortal, and this little method that is just extraditing me into an immortal is of no use to me." The reason why I did this is just like I said before, you are the reincarnation of killing gods, and you have the karma of tens of millions of people, and after you are extradited to become an immortal in the future, you will definitely have an extraordinary achievement. Instead of contacting the relationship at that time, why don't we sell you a favor now, isn't it all good for us? ”

The cultivator's words completely dispelled Zhao Meng's doubts, and also made him feel very ironed in his heart.

The cultivator said again, "Now, what I can do has been done, and the rest is up to you." This is the realm of separation between anger and death, now you need to use human anger to condense vitality, and then form a living orb in this sarcophagus, and when your time comes, enter this sarcophagus, hold the living orb, you can rely on the vitality on it, and extradite it into an immortal ......"

Zhao Meng frowned and asked, "You said that life is induced, what is it ......?"

The cultivator shook off the dust: "You need to lead those people here one by one, but ...... It is best to have more people in the innermost layer who are related to you by blood or are more close, so that the life you attract will be more and purer. ”

"What do you mean......"

The cultivator laughed, then turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Zhao Meng is such a smart person, how can he not understand the meaning of this "immortal".

That is, to have someone fill the space, preferably with the people around him.

In short – burial.

In fact, in all dynasties, which emperor's tomb did not have thousands of people to accompany the burial.

Even in a large tomb he dug before, there were four burial pits, and each of them was full of dry bones, not to mention tens of thousands. Is there anything else you don't know?

He thought about what he had seen in the illusion before, and his own investigation later...... He didn't puncture it, but now to see their humility and deference to him, and to see their flattery and flattery to him, felt like eating a fly, and it was extremely disgusting.

In that case, let's send them all in first.

Zhao Meng first asked people to send their sons, daughters, grandchildren and grandchildren in...

Strange to say, the walls that looked like stones, when they pressed those people against the walls, the walls slowly came to life, gradually becoming soft, like a sticky paste, and automatically enveloped these people.

Then, the paste quickly covered them with a layer of stone and turned into stone, leaving the last traces of their life's struggle.

Gradually, these marks faded away, and they became smooth again.

So he stuffed those harem concubines, even palace maids and eunuchs, into it...

And then there are the people who built this dungeon before......

Civilian...... Officials, Ministers......